Best Seat in the House

You know the old saying, "If you want the best seat in the house you have to move the cat."

Well, in our house it would go something more like, "If you want the best seat in the house you have to move the...TOYS!"

In our house the toys are always scattered about, pretty much everywhere. This is largely due to the fact that my son Adam is somewhat of a toy hoarder! Wherever he goes, whatever he's doing he is always holding something. (And it's usually more like five to ten somethings!) And, being like most three-year-olds, he often gets distracted easily and inevitably what follows is the TOY PLOP. Whenever and wherever curiosity strikes, plop go the toys. Apparently our living room must be a place of great curiosity because often the proverbial "plop" ends up being on the best seat in the house--our couch.

So, whenever I'm looking forward to taking a load off or maybe folding a basket of laundry (That would be taking a load apart. Heh heh. Sorry. ) there's always a surprise--or twenty-- on the couch awaiting. A mommy gift.



It's always interesting to examine the array. There's usually evidence of some sort of battle that's taken place. Alien takeover. Robot invasion, perhaps.

So for me, part of the usual routine of sitting down on the couch involves fetching Adam to round up his battleground. Unless, too tried and weary to bother, I settle into another quiet corner for the moment. Toys: 1, Mom: 0.




Go ahead, take a load off Superman. I know, saving the world is hard. X-Ray vision, bulky muscles, swooning damsels-it's a rough gig. (Heck, there's even a song or two about it.) Enjoy this bit of peace and quiet while it lasts, because before long the childhood demands of saving the world once more will beckon. Evil villains to fend off, Kryptonite lurking...boo boos to mend, salty toddler tears to soothe. You and I together, saving the world on a daily basis. Duty calls all too often. So for now...just rest.